halogen

There are no memories
like those that come to mind by the buzz of
the electric street lighs that hover above
me on stilts of steady steel.

At night, after the sun had finally fled,
shortly after the most magnificent display
of every color possesed by yellow and red,
sentinels of flouresesense guided us home
and spoketo us, as one of their own.

The air was fragrant with the smell
of pavement sighing in relief
as halogen angels flickered to life,
flooding with noisy light every street
on which we walked, north-bound, home.

Thought in though, you and I,
regarding angels we pass by..